Post by Sabine Aris Oana Ishtar on Jun 30, 2014 7:42:06 GMT -6
narrator . "speech" . thought
Walking out the barn door, Sabine looked back inside angrily. Her heart felt like a ten ton brick had been placed upon her chest. She was having one of her bad days. Most of time she considered herself without a past, or at least considered her past in Faewin. Ever since she woke up, she was unable to think about anything besides her parents. After dreaming that stupid dream where they all died, her chest had been weighing on her. There was only one way for her to get her energy out when she felt like that.
The blue shaft of her green tipped spear rested in her hand. She flexed her muscles and gripped it repeatedly before raising it vertically in front of her. Rotating it slowly, switching hands as it spun, she focused on the changing weight in her hands. Her hands stopped suddenly, making the spear horizontal next to her ear. She lunged forward, jabbing at nothing. The weight in her chest still pushed on her as she thought back to the training center. She paused and her left hand slowly brushed across her upper stomach, where her trainer would have likely cut her had she not protected herself. If she lifted the black, silk fabric she would see there was indeed a scar there. Instead, she let it hang slightly above her belly button undisturbed. She didn’t need to see her scars to know they were there.
Continuing to switch the spear between hands and jabbing at nothing but air, she felt rebellious. If she had shown up in a black silk shirt with no sleeves that stopped before her belly button, her trainer would have probably cut her for the fun of it. Not to mention her tight black pants, lack of shoes, and curled hair. She would have been laughed at and lashed at repeatedly. Without fear, she gripped her spear and smiled. The thought of her family slowly fading away. She spun behind her, planning to launch her spear at the side of the barn. Lia would have been absolutely outraged if a cloaked figure hadn’t been standing right where Sabine planned to throw. The spear almost fell out of Sabine’s shocked hand.
“Can I help you?” She asked the stranger with accusation written into her voice. Pretending to be agitated at his trespassing, she was really agitated that she didn’t notice him and almost launched her spear directly at him.
occ;; Hallo
word count;; 408 words
tags;; Cesare Haidar Eilert Zarek
i'll never know what
you show to unfamiliar faces
you show to unfamiliar faces
Just no one read them because they suck lol XD
